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Paris, Sasha.
Everything was going along okay.
We were having a great time.
I'll bet.
Will you
let him finish?
- Finish.
- She told me she was a courier
and had to pick something up.
- So we went to East Berlin.
- "East" Berlin?
- Oh, my God.
- No. Everything was okay
there too.
Sasha made her pickup,
and she gave me the strudel.
Then this Russian guy
started following her,
so she called
and told me to meet her
at the Cafe Friedrichstrasse,
which really meant
that I was supposed
to get out of East Berlin.
So I go to the checkpoint
with the strudel,
and I get strip-searched.
- It's okay. I made it through.
But then I go back to the hotel,
and somebody'd stolen
all my stuff,
so I had to stay out all night.
The next morning at the Citadel,
Sasha wasn't there.
This lady showed up,
and she wanted the strudel.
Why did the lady
want the strudel?
She didn't,
but I didn't know that.
So I gave it to her,
and they shot her.
- They shot her?
- Who shot her?
I don't know, but they almost
got me too. That's why I jumped
into the moat.
They shot her
for a strudel?
No, not for the strudel.
For this.
What's that?
It's a roll of film.
What's on it?
- I don't know.
- Why don't you
get it developed?
Dad, are you kidding? I can't
just take this down to Fotomat.
It's got spy shit on it.
"Spy shit"?
Okay, he's on drugs.
- I am not.
- Sweetheart, it's all right.
We have counseling programs.
Whatever it costs,
we don't care.
- You guys don't believe me.
- This is not a game, son.
This is your life.
You're right. I'm on drugs.
I'm a junkie.
I mainline. I freebase.
I put cocaine
on my Corn Flakes.
As a matter of fact,
I gotta go meet
my connection.
You get back here.

"You" had to let him go
to Europe!
Yeah, I wanna report
a following.
I beg your pardon?
A following.
I'm being followed
by a Russian.
Oh, is this a joke?
I smuggled a roll of film
out of East Berlin.
I still have it,
and I want to get rid of it.
This guy just chased me
down Pico Boulevard.
He's in a gray Mercedes.
He's a K.G.B. Agent.
And you are a spy
of some sort?
Do I sound like a spy?
I didn't know I was
smuggling the film out.
My girlfriend...
She planted it on me.
I'm sorry, sir,
but the Bureau
is precluded by law...
from becoming involved
in cases of foreign espionage.
I have a roll of film
that somebody was shot for,
now what should I do?
Perhaps the C.I.A.
Can help you.
Do you have
the C.I.A.'s number?
It's in the book.
I don't have a book.
I'm in a phone booth.
Then I suggest
you call information.
Thank you.
You're welc...

Good evening,
Central Intelligence Agency.
May I help you?
Yeah, I need to come
down there right away.
What's your address?
Langley, Virginia.
No, no. I mean, in L.A.
I'm sorry, sir.
We cannot give out
that information.
We cannot give out
our address, sir.
I don't believe this.
Is there at least somebody there
I can talk to?
One moment, please.

Duty officer.
Yeah, my name
is Jonathan Moore.
I'm not drunk, I'm not stoned
and this isn't a crank call.
I gotta come down there
right away, but your operator...
She won't give me your address.
What did you say
your name was, again?
Jonathan Moore.
And what's your problem?
Put the phone down. Hurry!
Let me see your hands.
Step outside the booth.
Hands behind your head.
What's going on?
- Shut up.
- That's him. I'll kill him!
That son of a bitch tried
to wreck my car!
Relax. We'll handle this.
You have the right
to remain silent.
If you give up
the right to remain silent,
anything you say...
can and will
be used against you
in a court of law.
Dad, you gotta
listen to me.
No, you gotta listen.
You know what you put
your mother and me through?
I'm at a police station at 4:00
in the morning, and she's
popping Valiums like M & M's.
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